The orderly came out of the morgue carrying a «corpse» — everyone thought she had lost her mind… Until a motorcade pulled up to the hospital.
In the hospital corridor, as usual, work was bustling. Orderlies hurried to wash the floors, nurses bustled back and forth performing assigned procedures, and doctors importantly moved from room to room, talking among themselves and holding stacks of papers. Only Anya, a young blond cleaning lady, moved at a different pace — softer, more attentive, […]
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